- On ward time
- August 21st, 2015
The thing about ward friends is that they don't keep. It's known. Sure, you're cool and you exchange info but like, who the fuck wants to be reminded of ward time? Shit's boring and slow and this fucking doctor ain't around to hear the shit you want to say as this lil nigga keeps going to the desk and saying Vant 2 smoke over and over again like a fucking goldfish in a bowl.
Ward time is slow. You customarily get a smoke break every 2 hours if at all and at some joints they don't even give you a toothbrush. I'm a 6x vet so I know some things. The food is institutional food, meaning solid and filling and hitting the basic food groups. People don't hold their farts but these joints are customarily well ventilated and I've even been complimented by the staff on the healthy fart smell of my farts.
There are rules with regards to staff interaction and how the staff functions in general. It's a patient-caregiver relationship; the staff are almost like parents in a sense. There's no dating, no email exchanges, no phone numbers across this bridge so good luck dating a hot nurse unless she, like, chooses to leave her job on sum Rainbow six shit.
A good way to kill time and keep yourself engaged is to go to groups and some of these groups are exercise oriented. Tai chi is a nice one to do, so that you have it in your pocket if you feel like working that chinese shit at a park by yourself. Me, I prefer pushups. Just doing them 10 at a time until you can do 100+ in a day, and then doing them in sets to exhaustion from there. My last stay, 2 weeks or so, I started out doing 4 at a time and by the end I was doing said 100+/day.
And again, don't expect a nigga to call you after although you want him to.